The First Serious Time
By Hannah Murphy
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Well I guess we have all had our share of quick sorties to test the water so to speak, a drive round the block in the car, walking out in the yard for the first time etc etc..
At first we're tentative, nervously looking around to see if anyone is looking, frightened of being seen, let alone read!
I must say that I started out much the same way. Fortunately for me my wife was very understanding and most supportive of my cross dressing so there was no need for the cloak and dagger secrecy that a lot of transgendered people have to endure. My first femme clothing mostly consisted of short skirts and blouses, medium heels, pantyhose and the like. I am short in stature therefore longer skirts on me just didn't look right, in fact it seemed to accentuate the shortness. As far as lingerie goes I've never been one for frills or dainty delicates. Practical but definitely feminine for me as you will read all about shortly.
Over the years like everyone else I had experimented with the makeup, wigs, shoes, pantyhose and various ways and means of 'concealing'. I would try one thing after another to see how comfortable it was and whether it would stay in place until finally I learnt about the 'tuck'. Instead of using tape etc I combined concealing the marks on the legs with support where it was needed the most. Here's what I do, it won't be everyone's cup of tea but it certainly works for me.
First, I shopped around with my wife until I found a support brief that was very feminine and bought two pairs, one a skintone colour and one black ( Usually Triumph T1015). Second I bought one flesh toned pair of sheer to waist pantyhose and another pair of the same colour but in a sheer to waist support hose. When I get dressed in clothes that are close fitting I will put on the skintone pair of support briefs and do the tuck by pushing the 'T's up inside and tucking the other bit between the legs until it sits comfortably and evenly then rearrange the briefs to fit right. Next I pull on the support hose then the sheer to waist hose over the top and finally the black pair of briefs until they all sit comfortably around the waist. With the two pairs of hose over the skintone briefs and the black pair fitting directly over them you can't notice that you have two pairs of briefs
I had tried this a few times with different skirts and even pants, it looked great and I was happy with it. As I mentioned earlier I generally wear the shorter skirts so if there happened to be a mishap with a fuller skirt, as in getting out of the car in the parking lot, I felt confident that should anyone catch a glimpse of what's underneath it would look normal. I don't wear hips pads or derriere padding of any kind. I've looked around the malls in the city at the woman wearing everday clothes and I was not surprised to see that there are woman out there who don't have wide hips or pouting bums ! After a lot of research and trying different outfits I finally had some made whilst overseas on holidays. I was ready for the first serious outing...
Living in a small remote community I don't get the chance to get dressed often but I had an opportunity last year when a former neighbour from the city invited me to a cross dress party. She told me that she got the idea from me and wanted to see what I looked like. My wife could not come on this occasion so I drove to the city and booked into a motel that I had stayed at previously which had external stairs leading to the street and parking bays. I intended to go out in the morning and again that night to the party.
I woke up and said to myself ' lets do it '. I had electrolysis done over two weeks previously and the waxing welts had well and truly subsided so the close shave was a breeze and no shadows! Next came the briefs and pantyhose as described above before putting on the bra and breast forms. I applied the makeup foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick then sealed that with a light powder before a little blush on each cheek. I was taking extra care to get it right as I wanted to feel confident and comfortable on this first real adventure. The outfit I had made was a matching skirt and jacket in a darkish blue grey colour, the skirt had a split on the right front thigh area which showed just a little of the leg without being tartish. I donned the dark pink blouse that I had chosen then the skirt and jacket before getting the shoulder length wavy brunette wig in place and brushe
With cash in the purse, room key in the pocket and car keys in hand I took one last look in the mirror to see if I had missed anything. I have to say that I thought I did a pretty reasonable job, I could pass easily enough as long as I didn't have to talk (deep voice a curse!). It was at this point that I convinced myself that realistically I had every right to be who I wanted to be, wear what I want and go where I like. If someone read me then big deal, I they don't like what they see they don't have to look at me, chances are they probably either say nothing or very little to whoever they might be with and then move on because most people just don't care anyway! So why am I so nervous? Mentally I was Hannah and I was going out to shop around and see what happened from there. So with the confidence high I walked to the door, opened it and went straight out into the hallway.
I walked quite calmly down the stairs to my car, climbed in and drove off to a shop nearby that I knew had something I had wanted to get. Parked the car outside and walked straight in and didn't even care how many people were in there. The female shop assistant came over after serving someone else and asked if I would like any help. When I replied I tried to speak softer than usual and it was at that point that I think she started to realize that I might be a man and she didn't care in the least. She was very helpful indeed and we even chatted while she wrapped my gift, lovely lady.
I drove into the city after that and walked quite a distance to the shop where I purchased my wig. Again I walked in and there was a GG standing in the doorway, as I walked past she glanced at me and didn't do a double take, confidence increasing as the day went on. I asked the middle-aged lady to tidy up the fringe, which she did. She commented that I looked great. I asked her honest opinion if she thought I looked passable, she sees quite a lot of transgender persons in the store. She told me that she doubted that anyone would notice without deliberately looking for a cross dresser. Good enough for me. I was even more determined to just relax and be Hannah for the day. I really didn't care about what other people thought or said. It's my life and this is what I like to do, there's room for everyone in this world. If we keep this thought in our minds then we can relax and
I went to my friends cross dress party that night dressed in a similar outfit but in black and with higher heels. I loved every minute of it. One of the other guests whom I had not met before looked at me and said " You're either really really good or you aren't dressed at all ", I smiled and said hello in my normal voice, she stood there with a wondering look on her face, it was great.
The moral is " Be who you want to be and disregard the intolerance of the insecure "
Kindest regards to all
Hannah
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